Fury of the scorned
The walls go up
Keeping me in
Keeping you out
A line in the sand
Whipped by the wind
Washed by the tide
Your empty apologies
I am sorry meant so little
I am sorry meant so much
The distance between us
The crevice get bigger
The crevice gets smaller
Time heals all wounds
Doesn't take away the scars
Doesn't take away the reminder
The walls go up
Keeping me in
Keeping you out
A line in the sand
Whipped by the wind
Washed by the tide
A message from Vegas
Saying hello
Saying good bye
Time runs out
You have lost the right to know
You have lost the right to decide
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